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Chapter 237 The Status Quo Caused by the First Lords (Subscribe!)

"The bombing is complete, 30% of the ammunition is consumed, the surface is deeply carbonized, and no signs of life have been found." The artificial intelligence's report voice sounded quite pleasant.

Lotte, who was sitting on the sofa, crossed his arms and crossed his legs, quietly watching the picture in front of him.

Not to mention life there, even the ruins were blown into powder. Looking around, the entire scorched land was covered with potholes of all sizes like the surface of the moon.

During the previous bombing, Lott discovered that there were other batches of creatures hiding in the surrounding woods, but it was hard to judge because of the trees, but what was certain was that they had the aura of neither humans nor local monsters—then There is no need to say any more, plow it with shells first, and then look at the situation.

"Have you found any survivors?" Lott asked.

"Without an adult, we can't even get the corpse." Vickers replied beside him.

Blown to ashes, weapon experiment results are gratifying

Then the problem is coming.

Who are these guys?from where?Are you with the lizard monsters?
Lott now regrets not taking one alive for questioning, but what is certain is that they all came from overseas.

"It seems that the outside is also uneven." Lott sighed looking at the anxious place in front of him, and then he thought of a serious problem.

The area where Lott is now, this continent. It seems that there are no humans at level 40
People with level 40 strength were slaughtered by the first lord of the dungeon a hundred years ago, and that guy took the knights to other places to find them, almost killing every high-level adventurer he saw. His purpose, firstly, is to attract hatred, and secondly, to cut off food for the neighbors who are full of level 40 monsters and let them go to other places, as long as he can monopolize this place by himself.

The final result was indeed as he expected, the fourth-level adventurers died, followed by the surrounding high-level monsters, and the dungeon ushered in quite a few novice adventurers and inexhaustible energy.

But
The result of this is that after the absence of competitors, the first generation themselves felt boring, and finally packed up and left, and the sequelae left over are:

This continent has not been stationed by high-level adventurers for a hundred years.

The high-level organisms on other surrounding continents did not have the ability to travel across the ocean at that time, but as time went by.
Seeing the frightened lizard monsters and sheep-headed monsters here is a good proof that they already have the ability to transport large-scale troops to the ocean.

And in the continent where Lott lives, the number of high-level adventurers has never been able to make up.
"Then why didn't they occupy this place as soon as possible?" Maria asked immediately after listening to Lott's analysis, "If I remember correctly, they must have arrived a few years ago."

"The Lizardmen also arrived a few years ago," Vickers added.

Lot crossed his arms and lowered his head to meditate for a while, and finally raised his head and said: "Our land is huge, and it has been reborn from wars. They should be afraid of the level 40 adventurers hidden in this continent. After all, every continent has Yes, it doesn’t make sense that this road doesn’t exist.”

"In other words, they won't act rashly until they find a high-level adventurer?"

"Yes, but this situation is almost unbearable. After all, after so many years of searching, there is still no sign of a fourth-order adventurer. Even if there is, it is only a few, and it can be seen that they are collectively dispatched tonight. They can't stand it anymore."

There is no way, since it is the disaster of the first generation, as his successor, Lott has to recite it, otherwise the whole continent will have to be ruined-only Ogris being controlled by the lizardmen will trigger a large-scale fleeing wave, then If the entire continent falls to the ground, human beings will probably go crazy from fright.

But then again, why do other continents have humans and other different types of intelligent creatures living together, but this continent does not?

"The answer to this question may be encountered in the future, so let's put it aside for now." Lot shook his head, looked up at the screen and asked, "Are there any other monsters nearby?"

"Not yet, but I can't guarantee it, my lord." Vickers hesitated slightly beside him.

This group of sheep-headed monsters is obviously impossible to have only so few, and there should be many more in the future, but high-level units, such as monsters at level 40, are not guaranteed.

"Vickers, how far can the Scarab's current firepower cover?" Lott asked.

The goblin checked the information, looked up and said, "The maximum cruising range of the missile is about 1000 kilometers. In theory, as long as one is placed at home, it can cover eight allies in the north, including Ogris."

But the opponent's troops are as high as level 40, and they need to go through continuous bombing to ensure that they are blown to ashes, otherwise who the hell knows if the opponent has resurrection.

Therefore, the scarab's firepower must be accurate to within 100 kilometers to be the most reliable, so that regardless of the strength of the strike or the rescue of allies, all can arrive at the fastest speed.

"We only have 6 units, the number is far from enough." Lott mused.

"My lord, with your permission, we can now develop the aviation scarab. The combat flying saucer on it can double the entire strike range, at least the advance firepower can be delivered immediately."

When Lott heard it, he turned his head and looked over, and asked, "How much money do you need?"

"Three million should be enough."

Lott nodded, and glanced at the energy storage device, which showed an amount of 780 million.

"Give me the best." Lot said solemnly.

"As you wish, my lord." Vickers bowed slightly beside him, and then led a group of people down.

The domain hall was half empty. Lot leaned on the table and crossed his hands to look at the big screen in front of him, without saying a word.

"What did you think of? My lord" Maria asked while looking at Lott, this feeling was all too familiar to her.

"At a later date, there should be another batch of them." Lott looked over there and pondered, "The scale should be very large by then."

When Maria heard this, she smiled and replied: "Can't we just bombard it with artillery?"

"No, that might turn their target on the scarabs, and we're trying to keep any survivors from going back to report what happened here."

"Then what is your solution?"

Lotter pointed to the remains of the ancestral hall of the original grand cemetery that had been blown up to the ground, and said, "Let's catch a turtle in a urn."

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